Are all primary school students reading so deeply now?

The principal looked confused, looked at the well-preserved poetry book that obviously left a lot of traces of time, and then looked at Song Ci's carefree little face like flowers and bones, and went back the same way in a trance.

It's that he doesn't deserve it.

He only knows how to drink tea and read newspapers every day, and he is not worthy of being comparable to other people's reading foreign poetry collections.

The dean of education watched the headmaster float back like a ghost, and the empty enamel jar he was carrying in his hand was brought back as it was, and he didn't refill the hot water as usual, and felt that something was wrong.

He glanced at Song Ci, who looked innocent, thought about it, got up and went over, pretending not to care and passing by her, but in fact his attention was all on the book in the hand of the elementary school student.

He wanted to see what kind of earth-shattering masterpiece could shock the always calm and peaceful headmaster into a gaffe.

I believe in your love.

Well?

The Dean of Education caught a glimpse of the last striking line of text, his brow raised.

What a shameless statement!

What to love and not to love, this is something that children should see?

The principal doesn't care about it, he just indulges such a little old child, and reads these so-called unhealthy books?

Without waiting for him to attack, Song Ci sighed softly, closed the back cover, and his face was still unfinished.

Rabindranath Tagore was really a gentle man.

Reading his poems is a kind of enjoyment, without any burden, to feel the beauty of nature and life in his pen, the purity and tranquility are really attractive, and they arouse your love for life.

Song Ci liked it very much.

She looked up at the disgruntled dean and thought she had interrupted his appreciation, graciously holding up the poetry book with both hands and inviting the other party to share.

"Do you like Tagore's poems too? I've read this book twice, so I'll lend it to you first?"

The Dean of Teaching who is brewing anger: ?110 Literature

What Tagore? What poetry? Isn't it vulgar?

Song Ci saw that he was sluggish again, and quickly understood that he would be wrong just now, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and said with an apologetic smile:

"I misunderstood. I liked this book so much that I took it for granted that people all over the world would like it. Don't mind. ”

She explained softly, glancing at the clock, which was clattering with a pendulum, a gleam in her eyes.

"Ah, the exam is almost over, I'll go out and wait for Mr. Gao. ”

Song Ci carried the ladder down by himself, not very clever to get rid of the embarrassing atmosphere at the moment, and smiled at the teaching director who failed to manage his expression, and lowered his head to put the poetry collection back in his school bag.

Song Ci was actually waiting for the teacher to speak.

She felt that the other party had something to say, not just passing by.

It's just that she hasn't waited.

It wasn't until she slowly sorted out her schoolbag, got down to the ground slowly, put on a thick cotton monkey, hung the cloth rope in the middle of the cotton gloves around her neck, and carried the small schoolbag, and then looked at the teaching director, and what she saw was still his closed lips.

Could it be that she guessed wrong? People actually just look at it?

Song Ci didn't feel embarrassed about being amorous, and it wasn't a big deal, so if he didn't say it, he wouldn't say it.

Song Ci said goodbye politely and walked out of the office slowly.

Zhang Nianci looked at the little guy's round, fat penguin-like figure swaying away and wiping his face violently, and his expression was no longer blank.

I almost made a fool of myself just now.

Who would have thought that "I believe in your love" was not about the vulgarity of love and love, but about elegant poetry?

The point is, what kind of special Song Ci, a little kid who can't stand up as tall as a chair, has already started reading poetry?

Who would have thought of this!

Are all schoolchildren so scary now?